Saturday, December 12, 2015


Welcome to my first MASTURBATION MONDAYI'm sharing a hot masturbation scene from my erotic paranormal, MATE WITH ME, a full length novel over 120,000 words.

Damien LaRue has spent the better part of two hundred years trying to atone for an act he was driven to commit shortly after master vampiress, Isabelle Sartre ended his life in 1815.  Because he could never forgive himself, he planned to meet the dawn soon, never intending to claim his mate, but he hadn’t counted on Abrielle Chirac’s tenacity or her utter faith in him. 
Jacob Carter has spent decades longing to find his mate, but when he finally does, it’s to rescue her from one of his own.  Grace Larsen was shocked to discover her immediate sexual response to the vampire who rescued her from a kidnapping.  Ignoring her body’s demands, she refuses to believe Jacob is any different than the vampire who tormented her.  When Jacob is critically wounded from a rogue attack, Grace is left with two choices- watch the man she has grown to care for die or use her body, the one thing she has been withholding from him, to save him. 
Jon and Luc Preston always assumed when they found their mate, she would fall meekly in between them, just how they liked their women.  But they hadn’t counted on a feisty, independent redhead who would only accept them on her terms.  It takes several erotic lessons to convince Caitlin O’Brien to their way of thinking.
Discovering their nemesis, Isabelle, is behind the attacks on their mates, Damien, Jacob, Jon and Luc must resolve the issues keeping them from completing their mating bonds if they hoped to end Isabelle’s existence permanently.

Enjoy this first scene between Damien and Abrielle
He might continue to deny himself that ultimate pleasure, but he didn’t have enough willpower to stay away from her.  After checking the deserted street, Damien dissolved into a fine mist and materialized again in Abby’s bedroom, the sight of her sprawled in open, naked abandonment on her bed keeping him rooted in the corner of her room facing her.  With moonlight shining in from the large, open window and a small nightlight lit on her bedside table, her petite body lay in lush display.
Damien rubbed his open palm down his jean clad thigh, trying without success to ease the throbbing ache being this close to his mate caused.  His cock had sprung from a semi-erection into a full blown hard-on pressing painfully against his zipper, harder at just the sight of her nakedness than he had been engulfed in Marie’s suckling mouth.  Abby’s dark brown, waist length hair lay spread out beneath her, her bright blue eyes closed, one arm flung up by her head, the other draped across her waist.  He took a moment to suffer through the picture of carnality she made, adding to his self-inflicted torture, and was about to leave when a soft moan escaped her sleep, his name on her lips a tortured whisper.
Suppressing a moan of his own, he watched her hand slide from her waist to cup her pussy, her thighs widening further to reveal the pink inner recesses of her damp vagina.  Cursing his weakness in being unable to leave, he watched her sift through her damp, mink curls and slip her middle finger past her folds, watched those plump folds close around her digit, listened to another moan echo in the otherwise silent room and swore a blue streak as she arched her hips into her marauding hand.  The crescent shaped mark on his palm that matched the one he now saw she bore on the side of her left breast burned with a need as desperate as the one aching for release between his own thighs. 
Unable to find the will or the strength to pull himself away, he released his cock into his hand, squeezing his fist around his girth in a wasted effort to get himself under control.  Abby moved her other hand down to her breast, kneading the soft fullness before taking her distended nipple between her thumb and forefinger and rolling it with a tight pinch.  A longer, louder moan escaped with a gasp as her finger pulled from her pussy then thrust back in as if she couldn’t bear to be without it filling her.
“Damien, please,” she whispered,  her eyes still shut, her body now glistening with a damp sheen as she finger fucked herself with hard, deep thrusts.
That was a hell of a dream she was having, Damien thought, glad it involved him and not another man.  Imagining her masturbating to thoughts of someone else had his eyes glowing red with rage, his incisors aching to take retribution on anyone who commanded her attention other than him.  The hypocrisy of his response wasn't lost on him, but despite his jealous anger at the thought of her thinking of another, he wasn’t willing to claim her and risk harming the one woman he put above all others.
Damien licked his lips when she pulled back again, the sight of her finger shining with the dampness of her arousal making him want to shove her hand aside and replace it with his tongue and teeth.  For three years he had fantasized about the taste of her blood and her cream on his tongue despite keeping her at arm’s length as much as possible since discovering she was his mate.  Now, faced with the visual evidence of her lust for him, his body trembled with the herculean effort it took to keep from taking her in every way he had imagined. 
With harder, faster strokes up and down his shaft, he pushed his release to the surface, the seepage from his straining head soothing the burning mark on his palm.  Abby’s movements sped up also, as if she was trying to keep up with him, match him stroke for stroke, her breathing getting heavier as her hips undulated faster and faster.  Stifling a shout, Damien erupted into his hand, his body shuddering with the pleasure, his eyes glued to Abrielle as she cried out with her own climax.


Friday, December 4, 2015

HANNAH & THE DOM NEXT DOOR                 

Welcome to Saturday Spankings!  This week I'm sharing a snippet from HANNAH & THE DOM NEXT DOOR and Hannah's introduction to erotic spanking.


"I really liked this story because it takes a strong author to tie in BDSM with an Amish upbringing.  Wane gives us the hesitancy from someone not involved in the lifestyle as they tiptoe across the water into the territory of something new.  If you haven't read Wane yet, this one is a must read."
Nichols Reviews   5 Stars

"I found this book well written with a unique plot.  I enjoyed the twists and turns that kept this book interesting.  I had a hard time putting this book down.  Overall, this was a very entrancing book and I hope to see these characters again soon."
Cocktails and Books   4 1/2 Stars


     Struggling with the recent discontent with his life made Mitch Burnett wish he hadn’t promised his neighbor he’d look in on her niece while she was housesitting for the summer.  An Amish widow, he was sure she was going to be a prudish, bible thumbing pain in the ass.  Much to his surprise, Hannah Hershberger was nothing like his preconceived notions made her out to be.  His immediate response to the full curves her plain clothing couldn’t hide as well as to the innocent surprise and interest reflected on her pretty face took him off guard, especially since the pure, wholesome girl next door type was not for a man as sexually dominant as he.  Determined to keep his lust in check, he swore he’d keep his distance from Hannah unless she needed some neighborly help.  But Mitch wasn’t prepared for Hannah’s determination to meet her challenges head on, which included her attraction to him.

     Hannah was looking forward to spending the summer tackling the challenges of immersing herself into the modern world, but none of those challenges had included her body’s response to her neighbor.  The closeness of his tall, thickly muscled body brought about sensations she had only felt when making love with her husband.  After discovering her responses weren’t a fluke, she brazenly asks Mitch to have sex with her, thinking a one-night stand would put an end to those irritating, stimulating feelings.

     Unable to resist, Mitch tables his more dominant urges to spend a night with Hannah.  What started out as a one-time thing soon turned into an affair when she realizes how much had been missing from her marriage bed.  Each time Hannah embraces something new, Mitch discovers he wants more until he finally introduces her to his more dominate practices at his club.  It took an assault on Hannah and a terrible loss to make her question how far she was willing to stray from her moral beliefs for the sake of pleasure and sends her running back to her roots to find the answers.   

My 8 sentence teaser
“I’m going to show you how much fun ass play can be,” Mitch answered as he stroked her buttocks over her panties.
“But, that’s….”  She stuttered to a stop trying to come up with the appropriate adjective.

 “Arousing, exciting?”

“Indecent,” she snapped back not caring for the accuracy of his definition despite her elevated arousal.

      “Bullshit.  Touching your ass is no more indecent than arousing you by touching your breasts or your pussy.”  Mitch slapped her right buttock hard enough to sting, not hard enough to hurt.  “You agreed to sex on my terms, Hannah.  Are you ready to call it quits so soon?”   


Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Today I'm celebrating the 5 star, Top Pick review for BLINDSIDED on The Romance Reviews!  Check out the tantalizing snippet below of Nate and Eve's first encounter.


Eve Sawyer had a bright future ahead of her when a tragic accident costs her everything.  Now, twelve years later, desperation for all she has been missing compels her to seek comfort and pleasure in the arms of strangers.  A few hours indulging in anonymous sex with a man named Nate gave her more pleasure than she ever dreamed possible; unfortunately past experiences with men hadn’t given her any hope that night could ever lead to anything more.  After meeting Nate again and succumbing to his erotic coercion to enter into a sex-only affair, she soon discovers all the different ways a man with a creative imagination can give a woman with limitations the exciting, pleasurable adventures she has been craving.

Nate Radcliff never had trouble forgetting a woman once he left her bed until he spent the night having sex with a woman who insisted on keeping her name a secret and her face hidden in the dark.  A few weeks later, a chance encounter has him coming face to face with the woman he has been obsessing about, and with the fact that she is blind.  Immediately struck with both lust and admiration for the lengths Eve is willing to go to to brighten her dark world, he becomes determined to give her the adventures and sex she craves. 

For weeks Eve basks in the decadent pleasures and adventures both Nate and his friends give her, making sure she keeps her heart guarded from hoping for more, even when Nate insists their sex-only affair has grown into something more for him.  But Nate wasn’t one to give up, especially when he wanted someone as much as he wanted Eve.  Just when his persistence starts to pay off and Eve becomes open to a future with him, her best friend, Holly, returns to town, her jealousy and possessiveness threatening to drive them apart.  Eve refuses to believe anything bad about Holly, the only person who has stayed faithfully by her side through thick and thin, which drives a wedge between her and Nate.  In the end, Eve’s refusal to see her friend’s true motives comes close to not only costing her the man she loves, but to costing her life.

Giving the door a light rap, he gritted his teeth when it shifted open. What kind of trusting idiot lied naked in bed with the door ajar, waiting for a stranger to fuck her?  “Camille sent me,” he called out, stepping in and closing the door with a tight click behind him, waiting for her reply before entering the suite.

“Yes, come in, please.”

Her soft, hesitant voice told Nate she was as unsure as she should be over meeting a stranger like this.  He reminded himself she had her reasons for being here and for her stipulations, just like he did, and they were no more his business than his were hers.  The small sliver of light seeping under the bathroom door was bright enough to help him make out the shape and location of the king size bed and the small form lying in it.

Hands going to his shirt, he unbuttoned it as he walked across the room saying, “I’m Nate, sugar.”

“Thank you, Nate, for agreeing to my terms for tonight.”

Nate followed the sound of that soft voice as he slid naked into the bed and reached for her.  “Don’t I even get your first name?” he asked her, drawing the small, nude body next to him.  Her startled gasp went straight to his cock, hardening his semi-erection into a full blown hard-on.  Or maybe it was coming into full frontal, naked contact with her soft, petite body that had him up and ready to go with the speed of a teenage virgin.

“Oh, my God,” Eve breathed when she felt herself surrounded by over six feet of hard male flesh.  For the last five years, she has let Camille set her up here for a night of sex with a complete stranger, but the four men who came before Nate weren’t nearly as hard, or as big, as this man was.  It was a strange but heady feeling to be enveloped and held close against such a rock-solid, huge body.  “You’re so….big,” she whispered with an audible gulp when she felt his erection poking her stomach.  His chuckle was as deep and dark as his voice and the room. 

“And you’re so small.”  His reason for being here reared to the surface when Nate recalled how petite Leah was.  The urge to sink into this woman’s willing body and loose himself in mindless pleasure had him shifting over her, spreading her legs with his leg and running his hand down her torso to cup a small, incredibly soft breast.  “And very soft,” he murmured before dipping his head and finding her nipple.


Friday, November 20, 2015


Welcome to my first participation in
Saturday Spanks


"The storyline is captivating as are the characters.  This story is filled with passion and so much fun.  I loved it when Piper misbehaved and Brody had to discipline her.  The dialog was snappy, funny and believe me, extremely sexy.
The Romance Reviews

"This story was fast paced with lots of action and suspense.  It was funny at times and also a very sexy and erotic read.  It's a compelling story from it's beginning to end, it offers readers well developed, complex characters.  This book is a passionate, emotionally engaging roller coaster ride from start to finish and one that you are not wanting to get off too soon!  If you love spankings and a bit of menage and some exciting action, then you will enjoy this book.
Cocktails and Books


Piper Winters first met Brody Pearce when he accompanied her adoptive father, Charles Sandoval, to visit her in Geneva where she went to school.  Knowing a man as sexy and enigmatic as him wouldn’t be interested in an overweight, shy college kid didn’t keep her body from responding every time he was near or her fantasies from dominating her long, lonely nights.  When Brody arrives without Charles the weekend of her graduation, Piper lets yet another disappointment from Charles overrule her common sense and seduces Brody into spending the night with her.  When Brody leaves abruptly the next morning after receiving a phone call that raised her suspicions, Piper decides she’s had enough evasiveness and subterfuge from both Charles and Brody and sets out to confront them both.  But when she arrives in Atlantic City and spies on the private party Charles is hosting at his casino, she learns more about her father and Brody than she wanted to know.

For five years Brody tried to forget the shock of seeing Piper witnessing the assassination attempt on Charles Sandoval, the man he was working undercover for in an attempt to use his alleged connection to notorious drug lord, Antony Pasquino, in order to bring Pasquino’s organization down.  He had also tried, and failed, to forget the one night he had her soft body next to him and her eager response to the hard slaps he had landed on her lush ass.  When he hears she’s missing, both Brody and his partner, Ian, rush to Missouri in search of her only to be shocked to find her in her bed, her body suffering the effects of a powerful aphrodisiac.  Over the next week, Brody and Ian use every means necessary to rein in Piper’s independent, feisty nature in order to keep her safe from the escalating threats aimed at her.   Unfortunately, the sexual discipline they subject her to is met with her wholehearted enthusiasm for everything they dished out, making it impossible for Brody to keep doing the right thing by her until he knew if Charles Sandoval was dead for sure and no longer integral to their case against Pasquino.

Nothing is as it seems in Missouri or at the Empire Casino, but Brody wasn’t going to let that stop him this time from going after the only woman who was a perfect match for him.   

I hope you enjoy this short sneak peak

        Struggling to get off his lap, she demanded, "Let me go, Brody.  You're not doing this."
Clamping one arm across her lower back, he pinned her kicking legs with his leg and brought his other hand down in a resounding smack on her right, wriggling buttock.  “It looks like I am,” he stated calmly even though the sight of that lush ass clenching tightly had his dick thickening painfully already.  Another smack landed on her left cheek followed by one right in the middle.  “Be still or this’ll take longer.  Although, I know Ian won’t mind watching our little scene.”
     At the mention of the other man, Piper stilled, but not out of worry about being seen.


Thursday, November 12, 2015

Welcome to my new blog!  To introduce you to my books, I'm sharing an excerpt from THE MCGILLEY TRILOGY, a reader favorite!

"A wonderfully written and erotic story of three brothers, each one dealing with a ghost from their past.  Although this is one book, it is written in three parts, one for each brother then seamlessly blended.  Author BJ Wane did an incredible job weaving the three threads into one cohesive story."

"The story is very cleverly written in the way that it tells the love story of  three brothers in a single book.  All three of these couples are so different but their chemistry is hot and spicy.  Readers who enjoy a little more hardcore erotic romance should definitely give The McGilley Trilogy a read."

"This was a good book.  I had trouble putting it down.  It had a fast, steady pace and was well written.  The brothers were definitely a force to be reckoned with.  I liked that the story was divided into three parts and each brother got a chance to tell his story.  The women definitely complemented each brother.  I'm glad that they didn't give up.  I would recommend this book to everybody."

I hope you enjoy this excerpt from the trilogy.  I love hearing from readers.  You can leave a comment below or email me at

     Brett, his fingers still buried in Carly’s spasming sheath, glanced towards the window and saw a small familiar face pressed to the glass, blue eyes wide with shock, pretty white teeth biting into her plump lower lip.  “God damn it,” he swore for the second time that night.  “That girl needs to be taught a fucking lesson.”
     “I think that’s what she’s been angling for all night, a fucking lesson from you,” Colin drawled as he tried to remember when the last time he had enjoyed seeing his older brother so flustered over a woman was.  Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t recall ever seeing Brett so at odds with a woman who was attracted to him.  Then again, Kayla was younger than the women he hooked up with and definitely not experienced in the way his bedmates usually were.
     “Well, it’s about time she learned she doesn’t get everything she wants.”  Lifting Carly off his lap, he stood, adjusted his pants then leaned down and kissed her thoroughly before saying, “Thanks, sweetheart.  I have to see to something.  If you haven’t hooked up with someone else when I get back, we’ll continue where we’re leaving off.”
     Kayla lost sight of Brett when he moved away to mingle with the other couples and was rising from her crouch to return downstairs when two large, hard hands landed on her shoulders and spun her around.  Gasping, she would have stumbled back if Brett’s hands hadn’t tightened and held her in place.  If the cold look in his eyes and the rigid line of his shadowed jaw was any indication, he was royally pissed.
     “Hi again,” she said weakly, her smile tentative.
     “I’m beginning to think the only way to convince you that I’m not a man you can dally with is to show you.  A lesson in how I deal with little girls who don’t do as they’re told should do the trick.”  Brett shifted his grip to take her hand and pulled her down the stairs into the back yard.  He hoped she’d put up a struggle or argue about following him, his threat enough to send her running back to her friends, but he should have known better.  She was practically skipping behind him, making no effort or offering no excuses to get out of her predicament.
     Excitement and a touch of uncertainty had Kayla’s pulses leaping and her pussy once again creaming.  She was well aware watching people engage in kinky sex and participating in those acts herself were two entirely different things, but she wasn’t about to miss out on this opportunity to feel his hands on her despite that nagging part of her brain that was always telling her to slow down, think before she leapt, that sort of nonsense. 
     But when Brett led her to a circular, redwood seating area around a huge unlit fire pit, sat down and gave her hand a tug as if to pull her over his lap, reality and common sense intruded rudely, making her take a step back to ask cautiously, “Just how mad are you?” even though she was dying to know if an erotic spanking would lead to an awesome climax.
     She wasn’t afraid, but she was being careful, which went a long way in defusing his anger.  He wouldn’t have lifted a hand to her while he was royally pissed, but now that he saw his threat wasn’t making her beg to flee back to the safety of the club, he decided to follow through with it.  Maybe giving her what she asked for would get her to set her sights on someone more suitable for her.
     “Not mad enough to hurt you, but put out enough to show you this isn’t what you want, that I’m not who you want.  Now, bend over or go back to your friends and behave.”
     It was the dictate to behave that got her.  It was time to show him she wasn’t the little girl he kept calling her and was more than enough woman for him and his perverse pleasures.  She hoped.  She didn’t try to suppress her grin when his eyes widened in surprise as she draped herself over his hard thighs, but when he ran his palm slowly up her bare leg, lifting her skirt as he went, she had another moment of doubt.
     Turning her head to look back at him, she said with a touch of uncertainty, “Uh, Brett, we’re out here in the open where anyone can see.”
     “Exactly, sweetheart,” he replied, confident she would balk at being so exposed and vulnerable, especially her first time for such an experience.  At least, he hoped she would because he really didn’t like how badly he wanted to see her ass, how much he wanted to feel her soft, bare flesh under his hand.
     Shoring up her nerve, she snapped, “Fine,” then turned back around and waited with baited breath as he lifted her skirt up to her waist and slowly pulled her bikini panties down to her mid thighs.  Against her will, a moan slid out of her mouth as the vulnerability of her position coupled with the erotic feel of having her buttocks literally on display, bare and available for whatever he wanted to do had her desire escalating.  She couldn’t help but clench her cheeks when he started kneading them, anticipating that first slap. 
     Brett smiled when Kayla shifted her hips and sucked in her breath to keep from moaning again as he continued to fondle her world class ass.  Damn, but the girl was going to be hard to set aside after this little lesson.  He wondered if he would be the one who walked away from this learning a lesson.  Like, don’t play with fire, you might get burned.  She was definitely hot as fire.
     “Lie still,” he snapped, more irritated with himself than with her.  She was anxious, which was okay, but her movements were weakening his resolve to stay detached enough to turn her loose when he finished dealing with her, a resolve he swore he would stick to.
     “Then quit tormenting me,” Kayla groaned as she stifled the urge to rub against his hard thighs until she exploded, relieving the ache his hands had built.  God, she had never imagined her ass could be such an erogenous zone.
     “I haven’t started tormenting you yet, but since you’re so eager for me to do so…”  He lifted his hand and brought it down on her right cheek, smacking her hard enough to have her gasping and leave an enticing bright red imprint on her white flesh, but not hard enough to cause more than a slight sting.  The outdoor lighting did an admirable job of not only working as bug repellents, but of casting enough light around the pit to give him a good look at his handiwork.  Before she had time to recover from the shock of that first slap, he landed another, slightly harder one on her other cheek, leaving a matching red imprint that had his cock pressing uncomfortably against his zipper.
     The pain from that first slap surprised her enough to keep her still, but when it was followed so quickly by the second smack, this pain a little sharper, she shuddered with the impact those small blows had on her aroused senses.  Her pussy swelled and dampened further, and as the sting on her ass waned, leaving behind tingling warmth and escalating arousal, she found herself lifting for the next slap, silently begging for more.

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